[While Rose respects Helen enough to let her speak without cutting her off, there’s no disguising the hurt and even frustration that flits across her features when Helen admits she believes Dean to be dangerous (WS 14), her arms again folding over her chest, eyes dropping to the ground. It’s one of those times when she wishes she was better at explaining herself, when she wished she possessed a golden tongue that could weave together an explanation that would paint somebody in a different light but intellect and diplomacy was not what had made her a Knight. She was good with her fists, a walking weapon if you will and she didn’t hate herself for that. It was what she was good at, what she trained every day to be but moments like this, she really did wish she possessed the gift of pretty words.]
Three months. [Finally lifting her gaze again.] It wasn’t for the money I can tell you that much. Everyone else got called back or gave up when we were looking for Kyp and Elena. He could have left at any time and you know Wynn would have understood… but he stuck with me for three months. Not because it was a hunt. He did it for me. So I could finish it. Get some answers.
[It wasn’t the only thing that changed the way she saw Dean and she couldn’t pin point the moment when it went from being a partnership born from circumstance to something more. It was more like a series of little moments, a slow shift in the way that she saw him and in turn, how she felt about him and it wasn’t until they returned to London that she realized how deep the feelings ran.]
A killer. [Pained to say this.] A blunt instrument. His words, that’s what he thinks you all see him as and as long as people treat him like that’s all he is, what reason does he even have to act any different? [That’s what she believed anyway, that he played a role for others, that he behaved like the person they expected him to be rather than the person she saw in him and it frustrated the hell out of her, especially when he’d shoot his mouth off like he had with Helen at his squiring because Rose didn’t just believe he was better than that, she knew he was. She wouldn’t be with him otherwise.]
Don’t judge him by what he says, look at what he does. [A hint of desperation in her eyes and voice as she meets Helen’s gaze.] Last I checked? Fighting a war with us wasn’t part of any deal he made with Wynn.
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Three months. [Finally lifting her gaze again.] It wasn’t for the money I can tell you that much. Everyone else got called back or gave up when we were looking for Kyp and Elena. He could have left at any time and you know Wynn would have understood… but he stuck with me for three months. Not because it was a hunt. He did it for me. So I could finish it. Get some answers.
[It wasn’t the only thing that changed the way she saw Dean and she couldn’t pin point the moment when it went from being a partnership born from circumstance to something more. It was more like a series of little moments, a slow shift in the way that she saw him and in turn, how she felt about him and it wasn’t until they returned to London that she realized how deep the feelings ran.]
A killer. [Pained to say this.] A blunt instrument. His words, that’s what he thinks you all see him as and as long as people treat him like that’s all he is, what reason does he even have to act any different? [That’s what she believed anyway, that he played a role for others, that he behaved like the person they expected him to be rather than the person she saw in him and it frustrated the hell out of her, especially when he’d shoot his mouth off like he had with Helen at his squiring because Rose didn’t just believe he was better than that, she knew he was. She wouldn’t be with him otherwise.]
Don’t judge him by what he says, look at what he does. [A hint of desperation in her eyes and voice as she meets Helen’s gaze.] Last I checked? Fighting a war with us wasn’t part of any deal he made with Wynn.